Warlock Ch 54. Moonberries
He flipped the pancakes, the only sounds were the soft hiss of the batter and the occasional crackle of the stove. The calmness of it helped to soothe the tension in his chest. He placed the pancakes onto a plate, their golden, fluffy surfaces indicating his cooking was a success. He carefully spooned the moonberries on top, watching as their faint glow spread across the stack, making the dish look almost otherworldly.
Just as he was finishing up, he heard soft footsteps behind him. He turned to see Evelyn, still sleepy-eyed, her hair slightly tousled as she padded into the kitchen. She rubbed her eyes, giving him a curious look as she took in the sight of him standing there, holding a plate of glowing pancakes.
"You're up early," she said, her voice thick with sleep. She stretched slightly, glancing at the plate in his hands. "And cooking. That's new."
